The packet steamer, Northern Star, on it’s way from Liverpool, had passed through the Suez in the midst of night. At approximately 11:30 PM the boiler had exploded just past the Arabian peninsula and was lost at sea with all hands including the entire passenger list of military family members that it had been transporting from Liverpool to the great gate at Calcutta. This tragic loss of so many wives and children of the regiment of an East India company’s staff officers was considered a great tragedy rating a full column and headline in the Times. A subsequent investigation conducted by a military board of government officials had been mounted but the results offered to the board of inquiry had been judged as inconclusive. And in time, as with all great disasters, it was soon eclipsed by other equally terrible tragic events throughout the empire and the memory of the lives that had been lost forgotten by all but the the closest of relatives.
Or this is what the rest of the world thought who had not heard of certain unsubstantiated rumors! Rumors that stated that in truth of fact, the steamer had run aground upon some uncharted reef off the coast before the ship’s boiler had fully given way obliterating both crew and vessel. But this had occurred only after the entire compliment of female passengers had been deposited safety onto the shore, and then subsequently waylaid by those ever belligerent Musselmen living along that deserted coast. Those of the remaining crew that had escaped the massive explosion only to be captured and then killed to a man attempting to protect their charge of women. The accompanying chapters of this tale concerning the subsequent fate of these females being both fantastic and too horrible for anyone from the civilized white world to bear. Her majesty’s government sitting in place back in England having enough on its hands to deal with in terms of quelling insurrection within its own subcontinent jewel crown colony needing no new reasons to consider reopening any investigation that might lead to yet another political complication. One that might possibly escalate into an armed conflict! And so, the matter of the actual fate of those remaining female survivors was put silently to rest under a blanket of tacit secrecy.
Many decades later a solitary aged female surfaced at a port near Athens Greece relating a tale that purported to tell the true story concerning the actual fate of those women and children subsequent to the demise of that ill fated ship that had been officially considered lost some two decades previous. A story that spoke of the many loved ones that had survived the steamer’s explosion only to be consigned to the demented worshipers of Islam as mere human cargo and subject to a merciless fate bestowed upon all infidels that could be easily characterized as being worse than death. The type of treatment offered to all females come of Northern European origin being historically insidiously cruel. Yet the the fate of this unfortunate compliment of British families was said to have gone far beyond boundaries of any imaginable uncivilized forms of behavior imaginable. The deposition, as stated by that very same haggard woman, whose own appearance seemed to vouchsafe an incredible level of ill treatment, going on to detail infamy after infamy committed upon that helpless vulnerable contingent of ladies. The woman’s torso was covered in scars, head to toe suggesting someone that had grown old and decrepit long before her time as a result of the extraordinary levels of physical abuse. And her original looks defiled by the malice of excessive heathen tattooing and ragged piercings making her almost unrecognizable as a member of the European race or so the transcript detailing this physical evidence belied. More evidence speaking to the veracity of her claims that by the current official policy on the matter dare not be publicly told. Her name had been Matilda Worthing, and at the age of sixteen she had entered the service of a lady of quality. Someone who had in her own right made a bountiful match with the son of a noble landowner who had himself taken up a career as a colonel in her majesty’s service. And now at twenty-eight, Matilda having over a period of years been judged meritorious by her lady’s and in high standing was chosen among all the other retainers in the house to accompany both mistress and daughter half way around the world to that exotic imperial colony of India, Matilda had thought herself graced by God in this stroke of good fortune. A notion would all too soon be eclipsed as fate would swing from one pole of fortune to its opposite all too soon in the future.
The Northern Star had been clipping along at the brilliant speed of twelve knots without incident when it suddenly collided with an uncharted reef about a half nautical mile off the shore line of a gulf emirate. The ship’s captain well aware of the dangers of making a landing upon such a hostile coast had no other choice but to head towards shore in hopes of beaching his vessel so as to spare the lives of his passengers by providing them an escape in the ship’s two lifeboats. The boat crew manning each being hastily provided with several sidearms and a brand new repeating Martini Henry rifle. The entire compliment composed of some three score women and children then being deposited safely upon the beach under an armed guard of a few sailors. A sudden roar of the ship’s boilers being torn apart in what was a massive explosion killing all still aboard having scotched any chance of any further rescue. Night fell quickly as all the various families huddled together in an attempt to defeat the cold ocean breeze rolling in as they all shivered on the edge of the wilderness a moonless desert night. It was only when in early morning at what seemed to be the darkest hour under a cover of a cloudy ridden sky that the party of desert raiders first approached the camp. Initially, they seemed peaceful, raising their hands in what appeared to be a salutation. Their shadowy mounted forms passing in and out of the light of a small fire that had been scrounged from a meager supply of drift wood that had been gathered along this treeless coast. But this soon changed as cries of Allah u Akhbar and gunshots rang out all around. A hidden number of them came charging up from either side of the encampment quickly flanking the armed sailors on guard and in a hail of bullets quickly dispatching them all to their maker. The terrified cries of the now defenseless women along with their children rising up in utter despair as the swarthy arabs entered their ranks swiftly pulling them apart from their loved ones.
Matilda’s stood in stunned silent along with her mistress and her eleven year old ward. Their tiny ensemble trembling uncontrollably in the midst of the ensuing chaos of families being pulled asunder. The colonel’s lady doing her best to call for calm and entreating a civilized resolve to be shown by the other ladies, such as could be maintained before the ongoing ministrations of these bloodthirsty barbarians. That guttural babble rising from all their tongues as they spoke among themselves in what seemed to be a communal sense of elation suggesting that their raid had delivered to them a great prize in the fact of having captured so many women now in their grasp. Small altercations broke out here and there as two of them tugged upon the arms of the same hapless captive in the midst of a dispute as to who should be afforded full possession. And had it not been for the commanding voice of one of their group, an equal level of mayhem might have claimed more victims. Instead, the women were all surrendered back into a single group that remained guarded by this captain’s own retainer till the dawn had fully given way into first light. It was then, as Matilda recalled, the first of many infamies to come had commenced. Small groups of the female survivors were sorted out by several robed men and small select parties separated. One by one the women were set upon by the raiders who themselves by this point had defaulted to their own tribal clans. The general task of all the men was to strip their captives of all jewelry and clothing and then apportion same. Jewelry and small valuable to a strong box and an accompanying pile for the garments according to the apparent worth of the item. A communal wail now rose up from all the women as they saw with abject horror how each of their fellow captives were being roughly laid bare to public view. Most being left fully exposed and naked for the first time in their lives. Those still yet to be attended to now shaking uncontrollably almost to the point of feinting away as the thought that their own turn was now close at hand. Others watched stoically as they could in the face of the very next moment. Matilda’s own mistress was roughly thrown down as was her daughter their clothing violently wrenched off them. The mother’s embrace prevented as the child’s petite dress and underthings were brutally torn off leaving her curled up in only her own pinkish white skin. The men’s task now complete with all the women and their charges shivering in the nude within their own respective small groups. Many being physically held from any possibility of attempting escape by the hard grip of many of their chuckling captors. All of the males seemingly amused by the universal tone of female distress.
The next stage of infamy now commenced with each woman in turn being closely inspected. Rude dirty fingers probing about, pushing, and pulling, and poking at tender white flesh. One by one, analyzing the merits and drawbacks of each of their victims with the same unemotional abandon. The impression left in one’s mind being that the unfortunate women were naught but farm stock up for sale at a holiday county fair back home in England. An equal degree of angry sounding commotion rising up in the vicinity of the women’s former possessions now carelessly strewn about the sand some still being tugged back and forth in the hands of the coveting Arabs. The next step after the inspection came as each female was encumbered by a wooden rod attached clasp-like to a collar that was locked tight around the neck. Each end of the rod having a leather tight with which each wrist was tightly secured against the wood in turn. This device was set upon every female neck so that the narrow wooden bar would ride pun the woman’s shoulders and support each raised arm tightly by the wrist in a manner of a mock crucifixion. The finished result leaving the wearer with tender armpits raised and the rest of her entire body vulnerable to whatever vagaries of the elements or the whims of her captor’s had in mind. Another unexpected discomfort now fully apparent in the mounting scourge of large black beetle flies that would unceremonious attack every apparent orifice of the wearer from eyes and noses to the fully exposed region of the genitals. But the worst of all the afflictions to be endured from this point on now commencing in random blows from the short whips that each of the Arabs carried to chide the misdeeds of their camels. Orders were never spoken aloud to any of the encumbered females in these raider’s guttural mother tongue, but by the mean spirited sharp blows of these whips. Quick short strokes bringing a shrill shrieking cry when landed completely irregardless of the most tender of all female parts. Once again, one by one, the hapless women were formed into a line and hitched up collar to collar in four foot lengths of small chain. Each of these chained lines composed of fourteen females connected thusly to make up a single grouping of cincture’d unfortunates. An additional agony added to their current state of communal bondage as they all had to maneuver together as one or be quickly yanked individually by their neck. Perhaps then, if one, stumbled too hard and fell down they might also pull all the others attached collar to collar along with them. No one being able to catch themselves in a simultaneous fall their naked torsos completely vulnerable to the vagaries of the sharp composition of a stony terrain below. The result of same being that all of them, now choked hard and in pain from the impacts, would be beaten furiously by the Arab’s whips until they were cruelly forced back up into their proper places along the line. The loud protests of women in another line quickly stilled by fresh blows upon each mother and daughter now liberally covered with fresh welts crimson pink across their virgin white skin. Their only form of protest allowed by their captors once again bringing chuckling commentary by their captors being the observation of some of theta newly bound slaves suffering from an uncontrollable bodily trembling that was answered by a spontaneous release of the bowels or bladder. The hysteria that this produced within the afflicted female seemingly delighting in a wicked evil smile. Here and there a female neck twisted hard to tearfully look towards the sea for a last glimpse of the dark smoldering wreckage that signified the last vestige of their connection with their former life. Off they all now started on their long march upon the hot sandy terrain of the desert towards what, in so many minds could only surmise, would be an unthinkable fate.
The different parties of raiders had now split up into their own clans all heading off in different directions leading their prizes presumably towards some respective villages or other form of encampment. Each one with a stock of infidel females to be used in whatever manner that suited them. The single question being heavily upon the minds of all their suffering victims being exactly what that ‘manner‘ was? The initial lessons of servitude being taught to each line of these newly enslaved females being to keep up the pace behind the horse or camel towing them along, cinctured like cattle and feet fighting hard against the burning sand as the camel flies randomly descend to chew upon their flesh. Each one attempting to make peace with the contradiction of having once been a civilized human being and now to be henceforth treated like an animal and dragged unstoppably forward by her neck. The group within which Matilda had been chained indulged her own mistress and the daughter of same. A further addition to this contingent was a string of six adolescent girls that the captain of this clan had verbally fought mightily with the members of the other tribal raiders to possess. One of his catches now exposed by circumstance to be a natural blond posed of a sturdy frame with larger than usual breasts. A couple of less desirable body types that ranged from slim somewhat bony to slightly flat in the chest and mannish made up the rest of the roster of his share. His facial characteristics suggested guile behind what might be considered features of a refined and noble Arabic aesthetic. One that any sultan of caliph would have thanked Allah to be in possession of. It was clear from the fact of his cache that he intended to take the best of what was available even though his string counted up to being two less females than all the others had demanded. Hapless souls that were by now permanently lost to parts unknown. The sly hyena-like smile spread unchecked as he would abruptly turn his horse about riding along the stabling line of women to shamelessly coveting the finer parts of their anatomies. The enforced gait of hours suffered by this small column in tow behind a loping camel now producing a sheen of sweat upon them all as they weaved and stumbled only occasionally stopping for a period of a few minutes to rest after what seemed to all like hours of unbearable agony. By early afternoon the Sun was upon high making its imprint upon the exposed skin turning white flesh beet red. The sight of a small town far up ahead by late afternoon instinctively producing a sigh and mumble in some captives. The thought of rest such as it could be within these fetters of bondage was the first promise of relief that all had known since their imprisonment.
The passing of the small column through the town gate into the relative daily bustle of the streets of the adobe built Arab metropolis fueled a renewed a sensation of collective shame felt by each female. Here they were for the first time in public with their private parts completely exposed to views by every sort of person. Most of their own eyes being diverted cast down at the blistered bleeding feet of the unfortunate chained just before them. Or in the case of the colonel’s wife, a defiant but trembling stares attempting to defeat any casual interest of passing blacks or sun browned Arabs who for their part only seemed to occasionally take a mild but brief passing notice. A behavior that suggest that the sight of white infidel women stripped to the skin and bereft of haughty pride was not at all considered a novel sight. And then there was a terrible urgency felt by many of the women that surely there must be someone with a hint of sympathy for their current plight lurking within at least one of eyes of these inhabitants for their awful plight to give them some feint hope of possible rescue or relief? Each of the captives sharing a common fundamental need for believing in the slimmest of possibilities of their salvation through an unexpected intervention by parties still currently unknown resident even within this strange cosmopolitan environment. Just to raise up their own averted eyes to find at least that one sympathetic face seeming a gift of their current prayers. Their hope continually dashed by an evil leering grin or the taunts of feral packs of children tossing sticks or some other form of detestable types of materials at their legs. Onward they marched in both physical and spiritual agony only stopping once for a moment as their leader spoke to one of the townsfolk. Some of the women no so tired that they fell to the ground pulling the rest along with them until the shouts of the captain spurred their warders to urge them all back up to their feet with the bite of their cruel whips. There they tottered again completely drained of energy attempting to stay upon their feet in fear of another intensive beating. It was merely a matter of moments until they all were once again being tugged along down the street in the direction of a cage enclosed corral. A part of what appeared to be a common open air bazaar in the midst of what served as this enclave’s town square. Now arrived and mindful of the penalty of another immediate bodily collapse they weaved about attempting to keep their balance and not succumb to their deep exhaustion. One by one each had her fetters removed and was roughly pushed inside the compound until all lay collapsed upon the cobbled stone floor. Bruised and dirty and panting like dogs. All of them completely unconcerned about the manner in which they lay and if it afforded a ripe views of their assets. Only happy to be fully released from their fetters at the end of their strenuous ordeal. Small groups of ragged males gathering by the outside cage eyeing them studiously and grabbing themselves under their dirty robes as if considering some intention to purchase one or another of the meals that they maliciously eyes. A round of laughter rising up among some these evil looking rascals when a small number the older female captives rose up to form a screen with their bodies out of some pathetic attempt at modesty to save two of the younger femmes from shame as each of the girls squatted attempting hard to relieve themselves. Raw insidious commentaries being shared outside the bars concerning the degree of production by young bowels and bladders joyfully exchanged by the owners of these ever invasive prying eyes.
The metal grid of the cages door was swung open and a small jug of water with an equally small sack of meal was tossed in their cage. Matilda’s mistress taking charge of fairly apportioning these scant rations summoning whatever dignity that she could still muster to mete out the correct portion to all. Night slowly fell and the weeping women pressed hard against each other’s exposed flesh to try escape the biting cold of the desert night. Two older guards were now stationed outside the bars of the stable enclosure periodically eyeing this communal struggle to share some small measure of body heat. What seemed like laughter and derision coming from the pair in the comfort of a warming light as offered to the two by a nearby flaming brazier. Much amusement and purposely loud commentaries was periodically shared from outside throughout the night startling awake many from their fitful rest but now finding themselves sleepless at the waking realization that this nightmare was not from a dream but their current hard reality then suffering further despair in having to reacquaint themselves with the many recent details of the day before suggesting the deep gravity of their own hopeless plight. The rawness of their extremely sunburn tender skin peppered with grit from the bottom of the stable causing inescapable suffering from the unceasing torment from unaccustomed tender white skin. Many rounds of gut wrenching sobs periodically breaking forth from within the rigging pile as others came out of the stupor of total exhaustion to unreservedly apprise their lack of a tomorrow’s now being demoted to the low status of common slaves. “What would become of them?” “Would there be an attempt at rescue?”, some dared to whisper. The remaining mothers of some of the sobbing young girls that had not already been deprived of their own attempting to comfort all with trembling soothing promises that seemed impossible to keep. Cooing fables and fantasies to them all that somehow they would all be saved at the very last moment from this ongoing ever-humiliating ignoble fate. Much praying going on until a sharp angry bark coming from one of their two old toothless guards quelled the informal religious service. All entreaties to a Christian god were now considered intolerable within their new home. Morning came slowly along with it a sense of growing trepidation within every female heart of what the new day held in store for them all. Each trying their best not to think beyond the instantaneousness afforded by the present as to what horrors lay in store after sunrise. A slowly gathering crowd of males forming before a platform just opposite from the cage’s gate suggesting a harsh answer. An auction.
The approach of mid-morning brought with it the approach of a small ensemble of powerful looking pitch black negroes led by a sour hawkish faced man. His cold stare through the bars sizing up the women seeming to make mental notes about each one of them. After he was finished the largest of the two engross came up to the gate and unlocked it. The women being startled by this pressed back upon each other into a tight group holding their arms tightly against themselves covering their breasts and mons Venus. The black entered and began by reaching forth for the arm of a particular woman as directed by motioning of the hawkish man outside. The woman chosen attempting to bury herself in the crowd of the others but to no avail. He grabbed her forearm and pulled her from the throng then wrapping his arms around her torso he physically lifted her forth out of the cage. Off she went bodily carried with ease over and then up onto the parapet all the time kicking her legs wildly. There she was set down and motioned with one whack on the backsides by a short cane to stand still. The other black attendant upon the same small stage as the other left it snapping his whip sharply back and forth at the insides of her upper arms and thighs forcing her legs and arms wide apart and towards the direction of a growing throng of buyers. The rising babble of guttural Arabic suggesting the commencement of another demeaning event was at hand. A slender fellow with a leathery pockmarked face took his place at the side of the platform and raising a long wand began his auctioneer’s pitch in a high pitched form of Arabic ringing more loudly above the throng before him. Here and there on the poor woman’s trembling body he used his stick to point out what was considered her better features. The hips, the mouth, the eyes and breasts, all were with indicated via his stick all with the dexterity of a championship fencer. Here and there a potential buyer lazily raising his hand above the surround throng mumbling a question or placing a bid. The female to be auction then being turned about and prodded by the smaller black attendant she being forced by his whip fully bending over to expose the recently formerly forbidden parts of her ladylike anatomy to full view. One of the two buyers that had made an initial bid was invited up to the stage to perform a closer inspect the merchandise via a more tactile manner. His rough fingers plunged unhesitatingly into the woman’s hindquarters rummaging about at in the next moment pulling open her mouth with them to see her teeth. The woman’s cries of pain from the fore fingers of the potential pushing past dry lips of her vulva and deep into her uterus were ignored by the crowd. Their shrillness issued as a result of these invasions treated as one might expect them to be in the case of a lowing cow. After a matter of a few minutes more, a bargain struck and the a sale consummated by an exchange of coins the unlucky woman was quickly tied, hands behind her back and then yoked by a heavy collar and leash to be quickly led off into the crowd and her own private version of a coming oblivion.
A feeling of abject terror gripped Matilda who was now pressed against her mistress who in turn held her own daughter in the tightest of protective embraces all possibilities of ever seeing the world as they once knew it seemed to be coming to an end. The shrieks of the first unfortunate woman had generated a trembling response traveling through the throng of tightly compressed female bodies. The frenzied patter of conversations held between some of them evidencing final goodbyes at the fact of their being most probably separated for the duration of their lives, however long that might be. The most merciful discovery at that moment for many might have come in the discovery of an implement of some small device with which to quickly dispatch themselves and end it all. How many fortunes of family estates would have been gratefully surrendered for a small sharp knife or loaded revolver with which to save themselves from what all saw ongoing before them? These stinging recollections of former existence once known a matter of days and eons ago when they were all safely ensconced in a civilized setting as respectable women treated with the utmost civility and deference now completely swept away. The thought of now being deposed such a miserably low status at the bottom level of a farm animal or slave was something unthinkable! But now the reality of a cruel fate that they were all unavoidably destined to share. Tears flowed in rivulets down Matilda’s mistresses eyes as she stammered in a low pathetic quivering voice, “That she couldn’t bear to surrender her own daughter to these savage beast’s worst ministrations!” “What would happen to this poor innocent child without her mother there to protect her?“, she repeatedly sobbed as her former ladylike grace was completely defeated. One by one the stock of females was reduced in a similar manner as the first. The same repetitive scene as previously performed now serving two other women who once were mother’s committed to fight furiously to the end to fend off the removal of their innocent daughters were easily defeated by the methodical black brute. Each of the too pressing against the cage’s bars half crazed out of their minds with anger and fear as they saw their darling little children pulled up upon the platform and rudely displayed in a similar fashion as the adults. Then screaming a heart rendering cry of mortal anguish as the child was yoked and led off on a leash by strange hands. Finally, it was Matilda’s turn to be torn away from the last remaining two in he cage. Now in shock beyond emotion, she simply allowed herself to be taken quietly walking forth to the dreaded platform and her uncertain fate. The central part of the platform was now slippery on the spot where all the others had been made to stand. A pervading odor of foulness suggesting that the wetness beneath the soles of her feet was from the reaction of fear by the internals of some of the women giving way while being harshly handled and probed. Now as similar treatment loomed she tried hard to handle herself like a Joan of Arc as another swarthy man with evil looking burning eyes began to paw at her without restraint. Her soul felt bruised as she was made to squat and bend over to spread her thighs as the man gripped her neck in hand and ran his thumb fully up her anus as it would travel with the other. The monster then shoving the excrement encumbered finger hard into her mouth while choking her with it until she was forced to suck her own foulness cleaning it off his offending digit. The audience to this cruelty responding with communal laughter. It was apparent that the abject humiliation of any European was conceded fine sport. The final bidding for Matilda now complete by a short detestable looking creature his servants were promptly dispatched to fetter her for the journey to her new existence. Another pair of Africans that spared no amount of physical cruelty in bending her about as they promptly affixed a pair of heavy iron shackles onto her ankles and another set to her wrists. A matching heavy iron collar now added around her neck and small chains connected to the ensemble of weighty iron. All to ensure that she now knew her current lack of station in this society. She tried to swivel her head around towards her mistress’s child who was now being brought up to the stage but was rebuffed by a blow. A profound sense of choking sorrow overwhelmed he not for herself but for the poor woman that she had once so faithfully served that was now out of her mind with grief back within the cage.
Blinding pain from a heavy whip brought her back to her own world as she was encouraged on her journey to the new residence by the sharpened end of a small but deadly cane wielded in the hands of one of the two negroes. One that set to work continuously marking her buttocks with new welts every few steps. The constant alternately switching at the meat of each inner thigh making her convulsively raise each affected leg up high in her gait as if she were a prized mare. Passing men and women and children were completely indifferent to the painful mistreatment that she was receiving at the hands of these twin evil negroes. Some small part of that remaining civilized consciousness that she had once known that had bemoaned the plight of slavery of blacks as equally human now howled for its brutal return. The inbred perniciousness of these demons to eagerly torment and humiliate any white woman seemed to know no bounds! Somehow despite these constant assaults she found a random thought here or there breaking though the pain. A concern for knowing their fact suddenly surfacing about the immediate fate of her mistress and the tender child that she had helped to raise since birth and then having her concerns quickly switched away by another impact of the cane upon her flanks. What little clear headedness was remaining fearing to ponder what might happen to her once they reached their final destination of this petty little sultans’ abode. Would she be reserved solely for servicing his demands? Or would these two black fiends have full reign to continue their normal custom in scourging her even worse? The approach of the entrance to the high walls enclosing the frontage of two story building set behind now before her. It’s barred gate now flung wide open seeming to answer that internally posed question. Pulled by the leash and pushed from behind through the gate she caught a glimpse of its small courtyard. There was in the center was a pair of thick wooden posts supporting a lintel. Her passing interest in he function of the device was immediately satisfied as once all were within the enclosure she was led towards it by her twin captors. Closer inspection revealed a series of iron rings and hooks embedded all along the inner portions of the wooden posts as well as the bottom of the upper crossbeam. Now halting directly before it her manacled arms were suddenly pulled up high by one of the men and she was lifted up onto an iron hook centrally positioned on the bottom of the lintel. Her vertically outstretched form swinging to and fro a few inches off the ground as the chains from her anklets clinked over its gravel. Her fat little owner busily motioning for a settee to be brought for him from. His servant depositing it along with a small ornate table a few feet before her. Sumptuous food and drink arriving upon a brass tray as he settled in with his refreshments close at hand. Her own stomach now loudly growling in protest at the torment of being empty for days as he mockingly through the finished rinds of the fruit that he was consuming her bare belly. It’s remaining remnants of the juice tickling her thighs and tormenting her nagging hunger. Her wrist encumbered in those shackles had now gone numb from the pain of supporting the dead weight of her body. The little sultan now motioned forth his slave who quickly trotted off. Returning moments later with what appeared to be a bullwhip of studded leather covered with small steel pearly bits.
The first strike of the device slammed forth deeply into her flank with a force that almost sent her to the edge of consciousness. So brutal was the blow by the muscular black that even the fat little sultan sitting before raid up a hand gesturing a message that seemed to convey that his servant should ease back a bit. One after another, the subsequent lashes fell hard upon her though not threatening to send her into unconsciousness. Each one striking into her flesh from another angle and paying no heed whatsoever to the vulnerable softness of its target or an awareness as to the possibilities of damage that it might inflict. Within a matter of minutes she was wet with tiny rivulets of her own blood as it oozed from dozens of sharp cuts emblazoned upon her flesh. The recurring pain so intense that she lost an ability to count the number of strokes. It was clear that this continued bacchanal of abuse was designed to delight the demented sensibilities her new owner with her uncontrollable flailing limbs in animated some form of perverted aerial dance. On and on without stopping making her dimly wonder if at the last moment she would be spared the next round of unthinkable unthinkable infamies by the gift of death? Blacking out, she slowly regained consciousness finding herself sprawled upon the ground laying before her fat little sultan master. His robe now fully open the grossness of the large rolls of fat of his hairy abdomen sagging down over a small very flaccid childish penis. The great bulk of all that rolly polly flesh threatening to completely obscure it. The sharp pain hard upon the bottom of her buttocks just adjacent to her sex killing further speculation and forcing her to rise upwards onto her hands and knees while instinctively arch her back to a position at attention like a prize dog. The next blow upon her sex driving her instantly forward in white hot blinding pain into his crotch as the fat man’s chubby hands simultaneously grabbed the sides of her face pulling her head hard upon his cock. Another quick snap of leather and steel on the small of her back forcing her mouth open with a cry of pain that was instantly stifled by her master’s slowly engorging cock. Then began and endless cycle of his pushing the sour little sorry thing inward as far down her throat as its short little extended girth would travel. And then after a couple minutes of her gagging upon it to the point of choking off all air yanking it back out. The only saving grace of the experience being that the amount of cuffing from behind by the whip became much less pronounced. Supposedly to save this nearly impotent fat little man from suffering an inadvertent bite that would finish the job. She might have past out again having being continuously deprived of air by his choking play save for the reliability of those sharp little taps here or there on the bottom of her spine. After what seemed like hours she finally collapsed back into total unconsciousness.
When Matilda finally awoke she found herself in a small stone chamber the only entrance to which came in the form of a small door with a iron barred portal that let light such at it was in. There she lay listless and broken upon some dirty straw looking at a ceiling that could barely allow for the height of a small child. A small bowl lay beside her the brackish contents of which offered only a watery gruel. Her entire body wracked with pain she managed after a what seemed like hours to raise her head up enough and twist so as to allow her to put her face into the wooden bowl and consumed a portion of its meager bounty. Sinking back to the floor she rubbed the flat of her hand over the different expanses of her body exploring the places where the residual pain felt the worse. As best she could determine no bones had been broken or was continuously losing blood deep lesions that the hellish implements used so freely upon her had created. The expert handling of the different types of whips and canes by the sultan’s negro had left its mark imprinted all over her body yet it had not produced any lasting damage. The thought of enduring another round of beatings by that devil made her curl up tightly into a ball. The extraordinary amount of cruelty that she had suffered thus far being considered customary treatment afforded to those of her kind! And there was no reassurance that she would not be put to the test soon once again! She lay there unmoving throughout the blackness of night wondering when the small prison door would be opened and she would once again be treated so harshly? Her fears were not disappointed as sometime after the light from the outside had fully given way the flicker of an oil lamp signaled an approach of the door. It was swiftly opened and a pair of muscular black arms then pulling her over its rough brick and out of her refuge. It was back to the wooden arch and this time by torch light! Once more this little sultan’s insatiable appetite to continue humiliate and inflict pain upon her was to be the continued resolution of her fate that she feared to know. This time the shackles that had been reapplied were fully removed and in their place wet leather straps that stretched as they dried to leave her own tormented limbs banjo string tight her body floating in an ‘x’ position fully suspended. The sultan returning after his victim had been properly prepared taking his place once again on the same settee sitting exactly where it had been the time before. His eyes glowering in the dark set like shiny orbs in the heavily jowled face of a pig. The fact that his major pleasures in life evidently included seeing infidel women routinely hided within an inch of their life now horribly apparent to Matilda. The only response that her body could mount to this horrible undeniable fact being to instinctively void the contents of her trembling insides in a jet-like stream upon the ground just below. Something that seemed to please this little petty potentate to no end! The ceremony then commenced as his servant delivering new blows upon barely healed flesh leaving new patterns of welts that after a short time bled tiny rivulets of her blood. The continuous days of this, or possibly weeks. or maybe months wearing down Matilda into a mentality one might find characteristic a lower form of life. The ongoing experience of constant inescapable pain that seemed to erase all memories of anything from her past beyond the awareness of pain from the last session being reliably to be expected in the next. The only indication that a significant amount of time had past since the beginning of her living entombment within this continual hell being a marked change in the weather. The unexpected appearance of a rough woolen threadbare blanket crumbled up one day in the corner of her hutch giving her something with which she was allowed to wrap her sore nakedness from the daily abuse to provide some protection against the rising windy coldness of night.
What once she considered with some internal pride as the delicacy of her own quim had now been derided into a notion of an overly ravaged cunt. Something that even the lowest class of sailor serving in her majesty’s service in a far off Chinese port might have remarked was untenable to contemplate as an orifice that he would wish to sunder. Her master’s pleasure had shifted as of late to seeing her simultaneously taken at both ends by his two servants. Their massive members leaving her no mercy after the required foreplay of customary strapping had ceased. Though that awful whip that had first graced her torso had been retired after the first few sessions, its replacements were equally damaging to her pain centers. The ritual as modified now demanding that she also be beaten with a cane on the back while servicing the two squatting blacks while her knees were ground hard into the pebbly surface of the courtyard by the extra weight of the two men upon her. Her teats waggling free in thin air jiggling madly until they had been thoroughly hammered by hand and rod, the distended nipples now each sporting the addition of an embedded silver ring that extended each to the fullest. The fat little whorish sultan also having decreed the addition of a string of the same of these silver rings to be embedded within similar fashion all along the length of her two labial lips. The desired effect being to add as much maximum stimulation to his little cock for those times when he felt like taking her. It was evident that her character was being changed far past that former time when she could remember the feel of garments covering her naked flesh. The sun had long replaced that former artificial covering with a patina of brown blending the infinite criss cross of scars that covered her body from head to toe. She could think of nothing else but the taste of male cock both large and small and the persistent slime that it left down her throat. There was the growth of a new form of obsessive excitement bred over her former civilized mores in the rush of the excitement come of well-delivered pain and the ensuing pleasure of the release come of the orgasmic tension that each ceremony always seemed provide at its conclusion. A release that transformed her own humiliation into a personal religion. Something that replaced that bygone civilized world which by this point had collapsed into a vague memory. What little earthly human consciousness remaining now transformed to an instinctual based animal existence. Her sentiments destroyed and unable to no longer held tears for that former self now long lost or for the fate of any other now too far beyond any sense of knowing.
It was one morning, after being removed from her small chamber and left chained by the post of the same wooden pillory that had become her most familiar haunt, she saw that the gate to the street was being opened to admit a small number of musclemen who followed by what appeared to be two other naked European females. The black cloth drapes of the customary Muslim veil of public modesty cloaking their hair and faces while still completely leaving their entire bodies completely exposed to public view. Something that even in her present demented mental state of being, Matilda always found curious. Neither one of the two were sporting steel anklets or manacles but only respectively leashed with fine silver metal collars attached to fine black leather leashes. This small party approaching the pillory held the hint of uncanny familiarity recalling after a minute the visage of the original captain? The very one that had taken all the women prisoner on the beach at what by this point seemed seemed centuries past. Her private musings interrupted by commands issued by Matilda’s own master as her body automatically rose to attention. Every demand by this point now quickly obeyed. The other two infidel slaves now standing before her reacting seamlessly in a similar fashion each having their head coverings unceremoniously jerked off. An unexpected shock came over Matilda who instantly recognized the former identities once belonging to each of the two vacant faces. Her former mistress standing beside the daughter who was now transformed by a recent entry into post-adolescence. The two stood limply side by side. Their expressions fully empty of any reciprocal recognition. Naked bodies at attention and fully decked out in all the expected accouterments afforded to an infidel slave. Big nipple rings weighing down the tips of each of their breasts. Rows of heavy silver rings filling each of their labia complimenting other fine silver and gold ones piercing noses and ears. The collection of each of these additions connected in some way by a small ceremonial chains. Each woman loosely attached rom nose to the largest of the rings embedded within the labial hood just beneath the site of their clot’s. That once lively light formerly illuminating their eyes as vibrant individuals permanently extinguished! They were now simply another fine matched pair of infidel slaves. Mother and daughter now fully bred to serve any demand on command in the long Arab tradition of detraining all hint of civilization from European captives. Their once fine alabaster forms that might have graced the ceiling of a royal palace as angelic messengers of heaven now over-filled with henna graffito in compliment to dark colored inky tattoos sublimating the evidence of surface scarring from countless repeated beatings by cane and lash. A quick command from the captain and they each instantaneously fell to ground. The Colonel’s former wife rolling over at his bidding opening her legs wide to display her thoroughly despoiled sex as if she were simply a well-trained canine. The former daughter now diving forth to buried her face in her mother’s opening. The young harlot vigorously swiping her extended tongue up and down starting at what had become a perpetually stretched anus and up and over the crimson gash hanging swollen and open between the silver rings finally slowing her progress to end below the severed stalk of what had once been a now amputated clitoris.
The sight of the same reminding Matilda that she had also experienced the same painful fate only a few weeks into her own captivity. The three of them now neutered from any possibility of experiencing their own womanly pleasure so as not to distract them from their ceaseless task of immediately pleasing every and any whim of their devious masters. At the snap of the fingers and the motioning of a command by her own master and Matilda now found herself balancing on the balls of her feet in full squat and hovering close over the open mouth of her former mistress. This lady that she once knew and had dutifully served, fully extending her pink tongue out to its fullest. A tiny silver stud that pierced it now all too evident at its tip. The memory of this mistresses own dulcet command of the elegant of English speech erased by the sensation suddenly felt of the intrusion of her current doppleganger as the willing slave that had replaced her. Matilda shifting slightly away as the ladies’ tongue pushed its way up into fully into the canal of her own open sex. A deep sense of shame coursed through Matilda at finding herself in such an unacceptable position indulging in behaviors that caused her to shudder from head to toe and attempt to pull away. The quick response of the cane in the usual brutal hand of her master’s servants upon the ring distended nipples of her tortured breasts flushing away this brief sensation of guilt. The ensemble of the three women were now simply to be considered as pets. Fully purged of any hesitation to heed any of the most outrageous command conceivable they were being put through their paces for the mutual edification of their respective master’s delight in perversity. The two nabobs competing against each other to test the training that had been long inflicted. By command each woman automatically shifted places with an economy that would have impressed and civilized contingent of troops on any European parade ground with its precision. The successive demands of each masters becoming increasingly ludicrous beyond perverse. The orifices of all were fully employed in turn by each woman one upon the other and the other. The action halted for Matilda and her former lady to rise to attach her daughter spreadeagled upon the pillory after which the two were handed a whips. The two then unhesitatingly laying the instruments upon the poor girl in furious precision striking all parts without prejudice of emotion suggesting a former relationship whether it had been dutifully respectful servant or loving mother. Each one then was then rotated upon the beam to suffer the fury of the two remaining until a glowing red was shining through the stain of their sun-baked skin. Now it was time for each to be fucked in turn by the giant swollen members of a single towering black slave who had been brought along by the captain presumably for the sake of his extraordinarily gigantic penis. A long pizzle that would have more correctly been borne by a horse! The two women not directly encumbered as a target for its wrath upon hands and knees on either side washing the portions temporarily exposed by each stroke with their tongues. One and on these ceaseless displays of venal perversity continued irregardless of any diversion of attention of their respective masters who might distracted in conversation and unwilling to give the command to stop the extreme exertions of these infidel slaves. Only breaking the pattern of their conversation to order to devise a new combination of even more taxing humiliation to demand from their completely obedient slaves. Hours past, and with the approach of evening eclipsing light the finale to be displayed coming with the order for all three to defecate fully and then fall onto their own filth faces down nuzzling the deposited contents and tongue at their own foul remains. The shit eventually being washed off the faces by a shower from an ensemble of negro penises. Matilda now laying on her side fully depleted by these extraordinary exertions. The deadened eyes of her former mistress half in her own embrace Matilda looking for some spark of internal life. The smaller wretch that had once been thought to be her daughter squatting zombie-like obliviously rubbing her crotch up and down her mother’s whip scarred thigh like a common bitch in heat. How sad that the wish of a mother to have the chance to stay with her own daughter to protect her had come about in so brutally and twisted an ironic way.The knowledge that their collective future could only hold the benefit of an early death being the only form solace that was offered. The slightest degree of hope of release that any of them could dream to come true. The only source of extraordinary passion that Matilda still held on to in this regard was an encouragement to perform so freely vigorous at her task as to be choked to death by some equestrian sized members at some point in time. The expected life of a European female in such circumstances being less than a year at best.
Yet somehow by an unexpected twist of fate Matilda survived. Her body having been so totally abuse her petty potentate quickie tired of her replacing her with another unfortunate much younger infidel. Her rings and other embedded jewelry removed and the exchange made at the town’s market where she was sold off as part of a consignment of depleted stock to nomadic traders. A mixed bag of races of battered females that had all ceased to have any similarity in particular to the former lands that had sired them. The cargo being sent north by dhow and exchanged for hard goods at a Syrian port. Then as luck would have it waylaid again by a sudden storm, their transport to be wrecked upon the rocks of an archipelago just off the coast of Greece where the winds had driven them. The crew of the ship too busy about their own survival to mind the disposition of their goods. Some of the women including Matilda losing their fetters and then swimming to shore to ultimately find freedom. No longer presentable as a European lady, her entreaties were considered suspect from the first. And though she was eventually referred to a British naval attache where she related her tale with a sense of factual veracity in detail, it was regarded as the distorted ravings of just another female of ill repute trying to capitalize on some old news story in faded print. Another probable harlot that had cooked up some grand scheme to take advantage of the sympathies of a naive government employee and receive return passage home to England where she would no doubt become a nuisance to fill up the compliment of her kind in Newgate prison. The woman after making her deposition was provided with a small amount of coin and then duly sent away after being told that her report would be considered. The deposition being promptly filed and eventually lost within some remote archive that was as equally buried and forgotten as she. Such were the unpleasant necessities of governing a world empire. Something that unfortunately is just as current an issue today.